Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,89
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“Ray?” I inquire, because really, he looks like he should be called Blade or some scary ass shit.
“Who’s asking?” he demands, his voice rough and deep. He sounds like he smokes ten packs a day.
Looking behind me in confusion, I point at my own chest, playing dumb. “Me, I would be asking.” I smile and flutter my lashes, but his eyes only narrow on me, not once sparing a look for the men at my back.
“What the fuck do you want, whore?” he spits out and I blink, taken back.
“How rude, do you kiss your momma with that mouth?” I sass, wanting to lean forward and prove what a little bitch I am. I’m betting he would be faced with my monster side.
He steps forward, right into my space, and smirks. “If you want some cock, fuck your way through the city. So tell me, why the fuck are you at my door, calling me a name not even my brother dares call me?”
Hmm. To cut off his balls or not to cut off his balls? This dude is really pissing me off. If it wasn’t for the fact I know I need him alive, I would have already jumped him.
“Listen up fuck face, if you want to measure dicks then do that with your buddies. Now, I suggest you let me in before I get bored and decide to make you,” I reply sweetly.
He scoffs, crossing his arms and glares at me.
“My mate has a tendency to rip people apart...or kill them. She’s not fussy, so let us in before I get a front row seat to the bloodbath,” Nos remarks, and I wink at him over my shoulder. When I look at Griffin, I see that his eyes are locked on my ass, perv.
“You have three seconds to decide, no wait. I’ll make it five, you look like you’re a slow learner,” I taunt. Lifting my left hand, I pop down my thumb. “Four,” I count calmly.
He glares, blocking the doorway. I pop down another finger. “Three.”
“Two.”
He shifts, reaching for the weapon no doubt concealed at his back.
“One,” I growl, and fling myself at him.
He stumbles back, trying to avoid me, and trips over the step, going down hard. Crouching over his chest, I let a growl rumble out, certain my eyes are turning black while I grin at him.
“Your eyes! Your, uh, teeth!” he yells, and I sit back on my haunches and look at the guys for clarification.
“You have fangs, Little Monster.” Nos winks and shuts the door behind them both.
“Huh, that’s new,” I reply before jumping up.
Grabbing the guy by his shoulder, I heave and pull him farther into the living room before throwing him on the couch. I circle the couch and press my arm across his neck as I look at Nos and Griffin. Then, I let everything go, going full monster as I lick up the man’s face.
“He tastes weak, do you think we could make him scream?” I murmur, and he starts to fight me, but even with all his muscles and strength, I pin him with one arm.
Griffin leans back into the wall, watching me in amusement. “Why don’t you try?” he challenges with a grin.
“With pleasure,” I purr, and circle back around the sofa until I can straddle Ray’s lap.
His eyes fly wide as he searches the room, obviously confused about what’s going on. I stroke his face and lean down until our lips are nearly touching. “You are going to tell us whatever we want to know, aren’t you, Ray Ray?” I coo and he glares at me, his hands grabbing my hands and squeezing. I don’t even wince, instead, I grin.
“Fuck you, crazy,” he sneers.
Griffin growls. “Only I get to insult her,” he warns and I laugh.
Seems my mate is getting wound up and a part of me wants to push him further. So that’s exactly what I do. I lean into Ray and seal our lips together. He tries to fight me, but I grip his cheeks and keep him still while I pull on the light, the soul inside of him. It’s tainted and dark and so fucking delicious. Moaning, I writhe on him as I feed. The man’s struggling gets weaker and weaker the more I take.
“We need him alive,” Griffin points out helpfully, and I lift my head and pout at him where he’s now watching from behind the sofa, closer than before. Eyes on his, I drop my lips back to the